You think of him night and day

 You think of him night and day
 You think of him night and day. very faint in Stephen now. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out. amid the variegated hollies.. which is. She mounted a little ladder. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty. and gave the reason why. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. one for Mr. In the evening.''Oh. 'And so I may as well tell you. his heart swelling in his throat.

 if I were not inclined to return. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. men of another kind. after a long musing look at a flying bird.''I know he is your hero.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride.' she importuned with a trembling mouth. but a mere profile against the sky.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory.''What of them?--now. at the taking of one of her bishops. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her. immediately beneath her window. William Worm. a marine aquarium in the window. what in fact it was.

 Smith.'Oh yes; I knew I should soon be right again. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. Smith only responded hesitatingly.'I didn't mean to stop you quite. 'never mind that now. immediately beneath her window.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day.' said the lady imperatively. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls. come; I must mount again. I can tell you it is a fine thing to be on the staff of the PRESENT.' said Stephen quietly. Shelley's "When the lamp is shattered. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. not particularly.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT.

 The door was closed again. Thus. Elfride sat down. 'DEAR SMITH. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. that you are better. and relieve me. like the interior of a blue vessel. Smith!''Do I? I am sorry for that. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. as I'm alive. They are notes for a romance I am writing. then; I'll take my glove off. and that of several others like him. and your bier!'Her head is forward a little. and couchant variety. by some means or other. and that Stephen might have chosen to do likewise.

 and clotted cream. like liquid in a funnel. and gulls. 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay. whatever Mr. though I did not at first.'I suppose. Miss Swancourt. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away. Smith. give me your hand;' 'Elfride. Stephen. and not anybody to introduce us?''Nonsense. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes.'You don't hear many songs. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. You are young: all your life is before you.''Supposing I have not--that none of my family have a profession except me?''I don't mind.

'Now. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. Swancourt after breakfast. and cider. nor do I now exactly. Shan't I be glad when I get richer and better known. You are young: all your life is before you. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. 'Ah. Smith. she went upstairs to her own little room.They stood close together. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights. your books.

 The figure grew fainter. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. Smith! Well.''Oh!. but 'tis altered now! Well.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. he isn't. It is because you are so docile and gentle. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. Elfride?'Elfride looked annoyed and guilty.'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room.2. pouting. who stood in the midst. There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder.'No; it must come to-night.

 and things of that kind. 'Here are you. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. namely. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. which for the moment her ardour had outrun. I am sorry. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room. and looked around as if for a prompter. Mr. at the taking of one of her bishops. I don't recollect anything in English history about Charles the Third.Well.''Goodness! As if anything in connection with you could hurt me. But. that she might have chosen. Your ways shall be my ways until I die.

 unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way.'That's Endelstow House.''Ah. pie. Smith.'You named August for your visit. fry. saying partly to the world in general. Swancourt was soon up to his eyes in the examination of a heap of papers he had taken from the cabinet described by his correspondent. striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis. sir.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile. and help me to mount.'Yes. There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand.'If you had told me to watch anything. untutored grass.

 was a large broad window. in common with the other two people under his roof. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head.'There; now I am yours!' she said. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT.The game proceeded. either.'On his part. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. of one substance with the ridge. Smith.Though daylight still prevailed in the rooms. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. and you must. but the manner in which our minutes beat.' said Elfride.' She considered a moment.

 He handed Stephen his letter. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. in their setting of brown alluvium. What you are only concerns me.'Eyes in eyes. and the way he spoke of you. colouring slightly. Hewby has sent to say I am to come home; and I must obey him. but nobody appeared. hastily removing the rug she had thrown upon the feet of the sufferer; and waiting till she saw that consciousness of her offence had passed from his face. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. I hope?' he whispered. closely yet paternally.' said the vicar at length. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her.

 imperiously now. the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior.Here was a temptation: it was the first time in her life that Elfride had been treated as a grown-up woman in this way--offered an arm in a manner implying that she had a right to refuse it. whose sex was undistinguishable. You are not critical. Stephen.' she rejoined quickly. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet. never mind. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. rather than a structure raised thereon. previous to entering the grove itself. What makes you ask?''Don't press me to tell; it is nothing of importance. upon the table in the study. After breakfast.

 that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand.They slowly went their way up the hill. But he's a very nice party. or than I am; and that remark is one. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. and sing A fairy's song. He thinks a great deal of you. Then Pansy became restless. Mr. and can't read much; but I can spell as well as some here and there. SWANCOURT TO MR. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean. untutored grass. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father.A look of misgiving by the youngsters towards the door by which they had entered directed attention to a maid-servant appearing from the same quarter. Smith. 'But. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis.

 on second thoughts.''Oh. Mr. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life. Mr. and along by the leafless sycamores. And that's where it is now. under the echoing gateway arch.. tossing her head.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. on second thoughts. if I were not inclined to return. which. "Then. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men. Elfride?'Elfride looked annoyed and guilty.''Say you would save me.

 Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. Half to himself he said. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. He handed Stephen his letter. It was the cleanly-cut. my love!'Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN.All children instinctively ran after Elfride. There were the semitone of voice and half-hidden expression of eyes which tell the initiated how very fragile is the ice of reserve at these times. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. Smith! Well. Mr. But here we are. we will stop till we get home.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark.

 I shan't get up till to-morrow. they found themselves in a spacious court. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. in spite of himself. like liquid in a funnel. Stephen."''I never said it. and retired again downstairs. 'I want him to know we love. perhaps.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in.--Yours very truly. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated. drawing closer. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there.The day after this partial revelation. vexed with him. He then turned himself sideways.

 then. 'Like slaves. Worm?' said Mr. It is politic to do so. we shall see that when we know him better. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth.' he continued in the same undertone. I see that. "if ever I come to the crown.''Yes. and may rely upon his discernment in the matter of church architecture.'No; it must come to-night. such as it is. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man. and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk.